Long ago turned from the mass of humanity, worthless as to the slaughter. My blazing light devoured the weakened slaves of Yahweh, I reign in war. Give me the dedication of 7,000 victims spilling blood to bathe my glorious and shining star of the morning. Chemosh I am known, many names in the ruins of time. Into the place of the dust and darkness, I am the horned bull of bloodbathing, I am corpselike before you, owls tear at flesh in the darkness of my night.
Zizzu-wa Kamatu, clothed like back birds of prey in the vast Netherworld, Irkalla! Kemosh of the Dust and Darkness, waiting for you to remember my name when life slips away. Come to me, I desire the blood and soul to invigorate my shadow from dreaming as the dead.
Herem! Herem! Moabite ecstasies in warlust!
Dedicate them to me, blood spilt in joy!
Kemosh of the Dust and Darkness!
